I noticed that I’ve been acquiring books at a faster rate than I can read them. Some were sent by publicists, some were given as gifts, and some were inherited from friends who downsized, but I must confess that most were bought by me and thrown on the to-be-read stack. I decided to count them, and came up with the alarming number of 50. Even more alarming is the fact I’ve had some books sitting there for the better part of a decade (sorry, Stieg Larsson). Here’s an overview